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Chapter 183

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"Ouch!"

Then, Song Yaoyao flew up and kicked him. He immediately let go of Song Yaoyao in pain.

He gritted his teeth and complained, "Song Yaoyao, are you a violent maniac? Will you die if you don't hit people? "

"You're asking for a beating." Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes at him.

"Ningxi —" Song Jingwan bit her lip and ran to Huo Ningxi's side. "Are you okay? Yaoyao, don't hit people all the time. Besides, you're still living in Ningxi's house. It's not good. "

She didn't agree with her accusation.

"That's right!" Huo Ningxi nodded. "Look at Jingwan. You're living in my house and eating my food, yet you still hit me every day! Is this appropriate?! "

"It's not very appropriate ~" Song Yaoyao placed her hands in her pockets and furrowed her brows. After a while, she pulled out her hand unwillingly. "Does it really hurt? Why don't I let you hit me back? "

Her eyes were very bright, and she looked like a pink dumpling. Her baby fat was still there.

She hit him first, yet she still felt so wronged.

Bah! White lotus!

Song Jingwan's eyes flashed with mockery. Song Yaoyao, you're just so-so!

She gently tugged at Huo Ningxi's sleeve. "Ningxi, why don't we forget about it? I'll apologize to you on her behalf."

Huo Ningxi swallowed twice and glanced at her tender hand.

He snorted. "You don't need to apologize on her behalf. She's arrogant! She's probably just pretending now. Song Yaoyao, do you really think I don't dare to hit back? "

"Then why don't you return it." Song Yaoyao pouted and stretched out her hand.

Those almond eyes blinked. Huo Ningxi raised his hand high and slammed it down —

"Ah!" Song Yaoyao shrunk her neck and instantly closed her eyes.

Song Jingwan couldn't hide her smile. Sure enough, no matter how Song Yaoyao changed, she still couldn't get Huo Ningxi to like her.

"What are you screaming for? You didn't even make a sound." Huo Ningxi rolled his eyes. He looked very fierce, but when his hand fell, it only lightly brushed against her palm. It didn't hurt or itch.

Song Jingwan couldn't hold back her smile.

Song Yaoyao rubbed her hands on her clothes and quickly stuffed them back into her pocket.

"If I wasn't afraid that you would complain, I wouldn't have let you off so easily."

Huo Ningxi snorted and found an excuse for his actions.

There was no way he was going to tell her that when he was slapping her, he saw the usually arrogant little girl shrink her head in fright. Her eyelids trembled, and his heart softened!

The relationship between the two of them was very tense, but for some reason, Song Jingwan felt like she couldn't get a word in edgewise.

This made her feel uncomfortable all over. Her heart was in a mess, and she felt irritated and uneasy.

"Ningxi, my mom said that she hasn't seen you in a long time and misses you. Tomorrow is Saturday. Why don't you come to my house for dinner?" Song Jingwan finally got the chance to talk to Huo Ningxi. Naturally, she didn't want him to leave so soon.

She swayed Huo Ningxi's sleeves coquettishly and acted coquettishly.

Huo Ningxi pursed his lips. When he thought about Zhou Manli's behavior at the Huo residence and Song Yaoyao's words, he panicked.

He knew that this matter had nothing to do with Song Jingwan, but he couldn't help but overthink.

If Song Jingwan had to choose, would she choose his Little Uncle or himself?

Song Yaoyao was not interested in the love and hate dispute between the two of them. She ran to the bus stop in front to hide from the wind and called home.

"Hello, this is the Huo residence."

"Uncle Zhang, it's me!" Song Yaoyao quickly recognized Uncle Zhang's voice. She asked sweetly, "Is Big Brother home?"

"Oh, it's Miss Song! You should have finished school by now, right? Sir just came back from the company. Are you looking for him? "

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